C59 A Fake Ball!

The soft silk brushed against Lu Xiaoxiao's skin, bringing a gentle coolness that felt incredibly comfortable. But then a thought struck her—whose clothes were these?

"Whose clothes are these?" Lu Xiaoxiao couldn't help but ask. Could they have given her Bai Yanling's clothes? She definitely didn't want to wear anything of that woman's.

"Oh, the Duke ordered these for you yesterday